Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Fujiwara Kaori was silent for a while, then raised her head, stared at Yukiyo Sakura with wary eyes, and asked: "What's the matter with you?"

"Don't you want to find evidence that I killed my father? I'll give it to you." Looking at the woman's suddenly narrowed pupils, Yukiyo Sakura said calmly.

Kaori Fujiwara: "."

The huge surprise and confusion made her mind go blank.

And Natsume Yayoi, who was holding Yukiyo Sakura, felt huge waves in her heart because of her words.

What did senior sister just say?

Evidence that he killed his father?

she?

It turns out that the senior sister said that she was a murderer. Is this what she was referring to?

So, the person the teacher admires is the senior’s father? ? ?

This answer was ridiculous, but it was completely consistent with his reasoning.

It is precisely because of this that no matter how much the teacher hates the senior sister, he will not let her die.

Just because the senior sister is the daughter of the person she admires.

Natsume Yayoi can understand Fujiwara Kaori very well because he has also faced the same problem.

No matter how much Miyoko Nishizono deserves to die, because of her blood relationship with Chika, once he takes action, he will forever be responsible for killing Chika's mother.

For a man whose hands have been stained with the blood of many people, facing this kind of problem is so difficult, let alone Fujiwara Kaori, a woman with a delicate mind.

".You, why did you give me this?"

Finally, Fujiwara Kaori spoke.

"Because, I want to make a deal with you." Yukiyo Sakura said.

Fujiwara Kaori suddenly felt nervous.

"What deal?"

"Leave me, junior."

Fujiwara Kaori's fists clenched suddenly.

"You seem to be hesitant? Let me see. Because you don't believe that I will really give you the evidence, so you can't make up your mind? Wait, are you thinking about junior? No, that's not the purpose of getting close to junior. ? Why in my heart."

Bang!

"enough!"

Fujiwara Kaori slammed the table, interrupting Yukiyo Sakura's words.

She looked at Yukiyo Sakura coldly and said:

"Where is the evidence?"

Looking at the woman's cold face quietly, Yukiyo Sakura suddenly smiled.

"I regret it, the deal is cancelled."

"What?!" Fujiwara Kaori suddenly stood up, "You"

Yukiyo Sakura ignored her and got into Natsume Yayoi's arms again.

I couldn't help but listen to Fujiwara Kaori's voice just now, but now the girl's brain is getting more and more confused.

Fortunately, Natsume Yayoi's chest is very broad, and it is very comfortable and reassuring to lean on, making people unable to help but relax.

"Apprentice."

"Ok?"

"I'm starting to hate her now."

Natsume Yayoi remained silent.

He remembered that Yukiyo Sakura once said that everyone was the same to her.

Neither hate nor like.

But today is different.

Because of what?

Natsume Yayoi thought of Fujiwara Kaori's purpose and her actions to stop him the day before yesterday.

"Feel sorry."

".I should apologize."

"what?"

Yukiyo Sakura slowly raised her head.

"It would be great if I could realize this intention earlier~"

Natsume Yayoi looked at the girl's somewhat sad eyes, feeling a little absent-minded.

If this is not a confession, what is it?

Chapter 212 If you are intertwined with your senior sister

After the club activities ended, Natsume Yayoi and Yukiyo Sakura walked out of the classroom.

As for Fujiwara Kaori, she left very early today.

The summer heat has dissipated from the campus in the evening, and the reflection of the setting sun in the distance casts a dim red on the outer walls of the teaching building.

The light reflected from the building glass flashed Yukiyo Sakura's eyes. She squinted her eyes, raised her head, and looked across the red-dyed rooftop and treetops to the sky. The cascading golden-red fire clouds were centered on the setting sun. Gradually darkens, finally turning into a grayish-white color.

After stopping for a moment to look at the sunset, she turned her face sideways and said, "Junior, this scenery is beautiful, isn't it?"

Looking at the lovely red color of the girl's pretty face reflected in the sunset, Natsume Yayoi nodded.

"It's beautiful."

"But it gets boring after watching it for a long time."

"I can keep watching."

"Ok?"

Looking at Yukiyo Sakura's somewhat surprised look, Natsume Yayoi smiled.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

When the two came out of the classroom, it was already very late, and there was no one on campus. Therefore, Natsume Yayoi did not worry about other people who admired Fuyutsuki Chizuru coming to disturb the quiet time he and Yukiyo Sakura had.

Slowing down slightly to match the girl's pace, Natsume Yayoi had the illusion that her heartbeat was matching hers.

The two of them were very close, and their shoulders would occasionally touch each other as they walked.

Every time this happens, Natsume Yayoi wants to get closer to her.

Especially since Yukiyo Sakura was not holding a book today, her hands swaying slightly with her steps always touched his heartstrings.

Today, my senior sister has already confessed her love to me, and she even hugged me and even left a kiss mark. She just held hands, so that should be fine, right?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl's delicate profile. The latter was looking forward, her eyes indifferent, as if nothing could arouse her interest.

Seeing this, Natsume Yayoi suddenly realized: Yukiyo Sakura's eyes were full of brilliance only when she looked at him.

So, for seniors, I am special.

Realizing that Yayoi Natsume had been staring at her, Yukiyo Sakura turned her face sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"

Natsume Yayoi shook her head.

"It's nothing."

"Oh, be careful~"

Suddenly, Yukiyo Sakura grabbed Natsume Yayoi's hand and pulled him towards her.

Natsume Yayoi, who was unaware for a moment, stumbled and lightly bumped into Yukiyo Sakura's shoulder.

After standing firm, Yukiyo Sakura pursed her lips in front of him and said, "Well, there is water~"

Following her line of sight, Natsume Yayoi saw a small depression in the sidewalk.

"Thank you, senpai."

"Nothing~"

Saying that, Yukiyo Sakura was about to let go of her hand when she suddenly felt her hand being held firmly.

She raised her head in confusion.

Natsume Yayoi turned her face away with some guilt.

After all, Yukiyo Sakura was worried about him, but he thought of taking this opportunity to hold her hand and not let go.

What a shame.

"Ahem~ Me, let's go~"

Holding Yukishiro Sakura's catkin, Natsume Yayoi was a little nervous and her throat was a little dry.

Taking advantage of Natsume Yayoi's turn, Yukiyo Sakura bit her lower lip shyly.

He had forced her to lean on his shoulder on the train in the morning, and now he was holding her hand forcefully.

She moved her little hand slightly, and the young man's palm could completely wrap around her hand. It was soft and reassuring, and had a restraining feeling like a cage, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Junior, your hands."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt Natsume Yayoi's hand tightening subconsciously on hers.

"The grip is too tight~" she whispered.

"Ah, sorry!"

Natsume Yayoi hurriedly let go of her and put her hands behind her back, her eyes wandering like a child caught stealing candy.